The billionaire's scorned wife: the cold revenge

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I walked in with a positive pregnancy test and a heart full of hope. I walked out with my world in ashes.Through the cracked bedroom door, I didn't just see my husband, Mark the man I'd built a billion-dollar empire for. I saw my best friend, Sarah, tangled in the sheets I'd picked out.

"She's just a placeholder, Mark," she whispered.

"I know," he laughed, kissing the woman who had shared my secrets for a decade. "Once the merger is signed, she'll be penniless and on the streets. I never loved that plain, boring girl anyway."